Mistake

A mistake is sometimes misunderstood. In my definition of a mistake it means that you had an off day and you weren't as focused as you could have been. Your mind was clogged up with the certain thoughts of something else and it wasn't opening up to anything new. A mistake should be a forgive, and forget moment of the past. One second, even one millisecond after it is done you should have quickly forgiven it. (If this happens again though, the mistake can't be a mistake anymore. Just in case you wanted to know that. Again this is all my definition) But have you ever been in one of those situations where suddenly an accusation is thrown at you for some unapparent reason and you don't know what you did to deserve this harsh talking-to. Well, me 2. Don't worry. In my opinion I wish I was one of those people who would just ignore what the person was saying and; 1. nod their head and shake the ' yes i understand look' 2. pretend none of this had ever happened and agree that yes it was the wrong thing to do or 3. picture something else as that person is talking to you. Unfortunately I am not one of those people. :( I am one of those who takes in what they say and ponders it. Great another one of my great qualities: LISTENING! Anyway, a mistake. A raw example of well, life. So why can't most people understand it that way ?

Spring Everyone

The rain pounding down on the roof . The strike of lighting followed by thunder which sounded like a loud bowling alley. The house shaking with the vibrations from the outside. All of this was covered in one night. A night that most people remember every year. The snow melting away, the temperature coming up from freezing, to average/cool. Where the clothes from the winter are pushed toward the back of your closet. Spring. The first day of spring and we have a thunderstorm. What a coincidence for us isn't it? Out of all the days that it could rain ( and it has) mother nature picks the first day of spring. O and wait we have another coincidence too. Spring falls on a Monday in 2011. A Monday is not the best day for people around the world. It means starting a new week and hating it all the while. So imagine ( unless you are already up) waking up on a Monday to a rainy start and then checking your calendar and seeing ' OoOooO hey, yeah it's the first day of spring.' Isn't it a joy. So for all the rain that pounded on my roof last night, and for the suckish day we are having so far today I just want to mention one thing, Happy Spring Everybody.

The way some people......

The way that some people are like puppies to others because they want to contain with friendship. The way that some people won't give up what they have already lost. Certain people try to hard to get what they want. I don't. It may take forever to forgive a friend or lose one, but somehow you never forget what you have/had. Examples:? One person goes to the bathroom: 2 other people follow. One person wears pink everyday, the other starts acting more girly than she is. Why do people have to go and change themselves for other people. Attention, depression? Does being alone make them scared? A good friend doesn't make you change or turn against other friends ( that was another example by the way). Why would you even think of doing that? The way some people.......

The Wind

Blowing violently in all directions and yet the wind will not blow to you. The wind will blow against the glass windows of the car and enclose on a small school but the wind will not blow to you.

Suddenly without warning the wind will slow down and strike only the trees and the flowers with a noiseless sound. It has calmed down and made the world peaceful again. Yet the wind may strike at any time whenever it feels it must and then will blow to no end.

2081- the horror of the future

The year was 2081. The wind had blown throughout the town for days and still had not ceased for the reason, that the world was chaotic. People lit torches and burned homes for the same reason, that the world was chaotic.
The only person that stayed calm during these horrifying years was a girl by the name of Lucy Carlisle. Nothing special came to mind when people thought of Lucy. But little did they know that she would be the only one to survive 2081 disaster.



Lucy was an orphan. She had been given away; thrown out unwanted. She was not someone to easily be hated and yet no one had ever loved her. The orphanage that took her in was only a small square building that looked like it could house no more than 15 children; maybe even less. Somehow though Lucille did not complain about the standards of where she slept or what she ate; however she just took everything for granted. How she did it, not one person knows.



" AHHHHHHH," The building suddenly collapsed and the horrendous shout that once spoke so many word now was ceased by loud,prosperous crashing of the building. The dust increased all around and blood was all over the street. The bodies looked like they were violently thrown from fifty story buildings. The people who had made it then looked around, hoping for the damage to be done. Unfortunately just as the people were back to their homes the bomb rapidly hit the orphanage building. Everyone was killed except for Lucy Carlisle who was standing in the middle of the street; petrified.

The clock ticked midnight and the small city the housed more dead bodies than a cemetery was silenced. ( no -- not finished

Harrison Bergeron

“Harrison Bergeron”: by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.: The loss of being individual

When you picture yourself in the future do you picture yourself being free and being able to be whoever you want, or being the same as everyone else? Most people would want to be different and have their own personalities. In the story “Harrison Bergeron” written by Kurt Vonnegut Jr we learn of a future that not only has no differences between people but everyone is created just the same.

Being individual is something that you don’t need to work on. You know how you talk, how you dress, even the attitude that you use. Having all this in your life is what makes you well, you. But just imagine living in a world that restricts you from ever using these unique talents again. This relates to “Harrison Bergeron” in the fact that even just thinking can put you in handicaps, which is a small earpiece that sends off sounds when you are thinking too hard. The hardships that these people go through to be equal puts a heavy weight on everyone.

Kurt Vonnegut Jr also has you try to picture 47 pound bags or heavier put on you so you could have the same strength as everyone else. NO one would be able to lift heavier weights than you or do more sit ups than you. You would be equal in everything. “Harrison Bergeron” the story, explains how everyone in the future must be perfect and equal together as a community. Being equal and the same as everyone else, is not always a good thing.

The future can lead to so many possibilities that they are endless. You decide whether you want to lose weight or work out more. Maybe even become a doctor. You can be yourself and have to do what any other person does. No one is trying to persuade you on what you can and can’t do. Individuality is something that separates you from everyone else. We can have control over it whenever, wherever!

L.A.

I can't think and my mind is having trouble seeing. The words are clogged in the back of my mind like a fork clogged in the garbage disposal. One word at a time comes to me and I don't know how to make it all fit together. A paper is slowly processed and yet another paper is scheduled. Processing Language Arts in my mind would only keep me up all night.

The monster

The broken heart that lies inside. The tears that go from the inside out. The throwing of the vases and the breaking of the good china. My life is like this exact day replayed over and over again. You can't stop what is happening because you can't see the hell I go through everyday. The pain and suffering that starts at 6 in the morning. You wouldn't understand because you will never know how it feels to be a monster.

Lost :(

On the computer, late at night writing words that mean nothing to me. Spilling out what is in my mind,questiong myself as my fingers press the buttons down. I try to control what I am writing but I can't seem to control why my fingers keep typing the same word. Lost, Lost, Lost, Lost! The deepening truth that still haunts me late at night. The silent whisper of death. :(

How a Book Can Change Your LIfe

It may not seem possible but a book can change your life. Just reading about real life experiences that happen to actual people may give you information that you never knew before but now you are clear on knowing.



The car came to a halt in front of the Pewaukee Public Library. I hadn't been here in forever and my gut feeling was telling me that this would be the most boring 30 minutes of my life. The rain was shattering down on my head as I quickly stepped out of the car and ran to the entrance; not bothering to hold the door open for anyone else. I walked into the library and looked around at the stacks of books, computers, DVD's, etc. I shrugged away the feeling to walk out of the door, not go back in again. The truth is, I don't hate reading but my hobby is definetly NOT picking out a book and reading for several hours. But I didn't walk out and wait for the 25 minutes to be over, but instead I walked to the young adult section to find a book. I quickly eyed the books in the first row and decided that none of them interested me. Second and third row were the same also so I continued on to the second to last row and scanned the aisles. I had to find a book to read or my mission would be incomplete on actually finding a book. My eyes slowly landed on a book called " Before I fall" by Lauren Oliver. The book looked interesting enough so I picked it up and read the inside cover. 'WOW' I thought to myself as I read the inside cover, 'I found a book I would actually want to read.' Only 10 minutes had gone past since I stepped foot into the library and I still had like 20 minutes to go. Another book would be to hard to look for and I was also to interested to do anything else but actually start the book. I could go on and on about how much I enjoyed the book and how everything in the book, though fiction, is so real but I won't. I just know that as a teen this book surely did change my life.

Deaf

Deaf. Hard to wrap your finger around this simple word. Just envision not being able to hear or talk as well as you could . Deaf. A loss for the people who really are deaf. What can we do to help them? The question will haunt me forever, that is true. Deaf. This is the word that most people don't think about. Why you may ask? Well, not matter how self - centered it may sound the fact is that we don't care. When we think about it all we want to do is help. But when we don't think about it it's like a memory we never really think about but is always truly there. Deaf is just a minimal word but can mean so many things.

Abuse

The tears dropped onto my swollen hands. I had been holding back these tears all day and I finally could let then out where no one would see me. My feet were sore and the bruises were multiplying day by day. He had left an impact on my life. For though it seemed like just minutes before that he had hit me, it was really a week ago that he last abused me. Once you're abused there isn't one day when you don't feel the pain laid upon you.
The tears come more rapidly now and increasingly turn into a sob. I had done nothing to deserve this. My parents hadn't loved me but I didn't expect them to sell me away to a devil of man. From the first day I had set foot in his house he had set his eyes on me. I had done everything that he had asked and never once complained to him about my sleeping arrangements, in the vegetable cellar. Hadn't brought up the fact that he cooked like someone who hadn't ever seen a kitchen. I was a sport; someone who could stand up to mean girls at my old school, or say it was nothing when I got hit with a soccer ball. But the one thing I could not stand up to was verbal and physical abuse. So tears. Some say this is a sign of weakness but I say it is a sign of showing your emotions. -- blog

?? (2)

The tiny pitter patter on the window wakes me from my dream. I quickly get up and look out the window. The dark of the night elopes around and makes me want to run out and scream my name over and over again. Just think…. I am not alone in what I am feeling. Snow, rain, wind, tornado, hurricane, tsunami, any form of harm can make me nervous. No, not nervous for myself but for everyone else who lives on the street. Homelessness in the United States is very common. Most people will explain again and again to me that homeless people are ONLY the people who live out on the street and have no home. But what could I say to that , you may ask; for most think that I agree. No, not only do I disagree but I also will fight against it. Homelessness to me is having no one love you or having no one care for you. Anyone could ask ;why do you even care? But I ask, How could you not care? The soft pitter patter on the window gets louder and I leisurely make my way back to the bed. I quietly sit and conclude that I need to go back to bed. These questions not only haunt me for the rest of the night but for the rest of my life. -- blog

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Questioning yourself about anything; everything. Why are you here with this person, why did you blurt out the secret to everyone, why are you here in this world? Questions that haunt people till they die. Yet do they still haunt people even when we think they are put to rest? Haha, yet another question that can be answered. Of course many scientists or smarty pants people could look up all these questions and come up with simple answer. But think, do you really want a simple answer?? Do you want something you are not satisfied with? Questions? What do they really mean?

Darkness

The dark night is evoking all around you. You can't make it stay in it's place. You are terrified of it looking you in the eyes and smiling the devilish smile you only see to often. You want to fall asleep, dreaming of short nights and long days. You hear the dark whispering in your ear so terrifyingly. You can hear it's menacing voice; shortly after hearing it's laughter rumble out of it's body. Then tears slowly run down your cheeks and you taste your tears in your mouth. You sit like this the entire night, till morning arrives. The darkness slowly leaves your room. You feel at peace and for the rest of the day you will; till night approaches again.

Snow Day

The cold is biting at your legs as you trudge up the hill one more time. Hop on the slide and and tumble down the hill. Plop! Flat; face first into the snow. Frost bite, snow down your boots and snow in your hair. Yet; you still trudge up the hill again and again just to enjoy the feeling of a snow day. Snow day can mean so many things that most don't understand. Some of the things I think about are cold, snow, hot chocolate, movies, blankets, friends. Oooo yeah and you can't forget the shoveling. But you don't care. You are happy to be off school and enjoy the time away. That is what a snow day means to me.

Too Quiet

The quiet streets came to an uproar by midnight the night of December 16, 2077. Bodies were strewn across the street and there were ambulances blocking the roads. People came out their houses to see what had just occurred on their normally peaceful street. All of this seemed to be an accident just waiting to happen. None of these streets were plowed by big truck companies that normally snowplowed in the city. Then a freezing night would approach and the roads would turn to cold hard ice. Two hours passed and the night seems to quiet down. Though the houses down the street erupt with light and the voices questioning what had just happened. But one house had stayed quiet the whole night. No lights came out of the dusty shades and no voices echoed through the thin walls. The next day people would knock on doors and question people on what they saw or what they thought happened. The last door those people would knock on would be the address of 2345 West Maple Lane, South Virginia 44356. No one would answer and they would all walk in to a see small house; bare.
Lucille Declor was not a criminal at heart. She grew up in a normal city, with normal parents. She had never spoken much when she was younger. Lucille hadn't been the girl at school who knew everything, or everyone. She was the girl with the nerdy glasses and braces who was always in the spelling and geography bees. But what she had done the night of December 16, 2077 could not be mistaken for an accident to the officials. Now though it may have been dark the officials knew it was not an accident by how none of the cars had slid or flipped. These mini vans and Honda's were all just smashed into one another. Now what they had to find out was how to track down the criminal.
' It wasn't me. Ok maybe it was me but I still didn't mean to do it. How was I supposed to know there would be a dozen cars coming down the street that night? I hadn't meant to kill all of those people. I didn't know I could control what people did. I just wanted to make them feel scared and afraid of what might happen next. I couldn't tell you, journal anything that I made them do, because the ways that they died were horrible. How could I have done that to ordinary people I didn't even know? Journal, I know that if you could talk you would tell me to stop writing all of this junk on your page and to go and turn myself in right now; but I can't die or go to jail. I know that there is no way I would ever get out of jail even if I had bail. The death chair was another option. They would kill me the way that I had killed all of them. Painful, gruesome, horrible deaths I made them all suffer through. I could tell you my whole life long story on why this had happened. But to shorten it up for you I had a horrible childhood. My mother and father were never home and even when they were no one knew I was there. So journal I wanted revenge at 20 years. I wanted to take it out on anyone and everyone. I'm so so sorry but I can't take back what I did.'
Lucille turned into the Tresh Hotel. Dirty and ugly from the outside many had only dared to take a look at this place and drive off again. Unfortunately this was the only place the Lucille could afford. What awaited her inside was for her to find out.
The door creaked open as Lucille walked in. Looking down she saw the roaches that scattered at the light. No one was at the check in desk so she took a key from behind the desk and went to room 100 where the key was supposed to unlock the door. Lucille stepped inside only to find a bed unmade and moths attached to the only window in her room. This is what Lucille got for being a criminal. She would never feel right about what she had done. What could she do though? Nothing, absolutely nothing. Lucille lay down and dreamt.

Spiraling out of control. Tumbling toward the center of the earth. Wait, no, this was not the center. This was the rough patch of ground that she lay on while waking up. Sh*t. There was a dead rat sitting just feet away from her. Her hands felt like jello and her legs were numb. The carpet smelled like feet with mold. Gosh, I hate my life. She slowly lifted her head and looked at the clock. It was 5:30 am in the morning. "I could have had a warm shower, put on fresh makeup and a made a chocolate latte. Nope; because you decided to go and kill all of those people. You stupid.. Stupid…………" Then there was a muffle/snore. Frozen into place. The ground felt like it was giving away. Slowing and quietly she got to her knees. Right on top of her bed was a old, white bearded man. Who was he and what was he doing in my room? Technically it wasn't my room since all I had was the key and I didn't pay for it; but I was still in the room. What was she to do? " Pack up your stuff and get out of here. Sleep in your car. Take the food and water from the fridge and slowly pull of the comforter and leave!!," She silently whispered to herself. He stirred and awoke with a start. All that she could do was stare at him. " GGOooooddd mooornining…." he said groggily to her. He was drunk and she knew it. Slowly, she lifted herself off the ground.

The Infinity Chamber by Stanely Landsom

You walk into an amazing place
Where stars shine brightly at your face
You look around and you only see
A world of possibilities

The infinity chamber is an illusion
Of mirrors and many lights
What makes it special about your imagination
Is that is shines through your eyes

One minutes, two minutes
The clock is ticking
What can you capture?
When you just saw the beginning

You walk into an amazing place
Where stars shine brightly at your face
You look around you only see
A world of possibilities

"untitled" ( chalk paiting)

Thinking beyond what the eyes meets. That is the true mystery that we are all stumped over. Pictures, paintings, even colleagues at school are more than what people assume. "Untitled" is a painting where thinking beyond what you see can be quiet creative.

When something becomes unclear, most of the time we give up on what it is trying to say. That is how we as human except ourselves. "untitled" says a lot about our creativity and our imagination. These are the two things that can help us in our walk through life. We can always come back to untitled to express and think about

Thinking is a simple word that most everyone knows. When people think you never know what extraordinary actions can happen. For example, "untitled" has made many people think about what this picture means. Though, this does not mean that we can draw a circle and be famous. We have to work hard to express our inner selves. Even when we think we have nothing to give.

The infinity chamber from the art museum. I am writing a peom on this piece.

Speak Post

In every school there is a bully, a person being bullied and the bystander. In schools over 32% of kids get bullied each year. These kids could get bullied once or a number of times; but it happens. " Speak" written by Laurie Halse Anderson is not only about bullying but what can happen when students are bullied. We learn that not only does bullying affect a students life but things outside of school could hurt or ruin a students reputation.

Guilty, ashamed, depressed, shy. These are the words that are brought up when you meet a kid who has been bullied. Though this may only happen once or twice in some kid's life the image sticks in their head forever. But, what most don' t think about is what would happen if you were being bullied for something you didn't do? In " Speak" Melinda is a average high school student who is being bullied for a party she turned into the police. What her fellow classmates don't know is that what happened at the party was something Melinda couldn't help.

Imagine having everyone at school hate you. Imagine that you did something really wrong and you wish you could take everything back. Melinda in the novel " Speak" called the cops at a party because of her incident that happened at the party. Though Melinda may have called the cops; she called them for a good reason and in the end they find out why.

We learn that not only does bullying affect a students life and reputation. We know that some kids have it bad with being bullied. Should we all just be perfect angels all the time and try not to do anything bad. Well; we know that we can all not be that way. So though Melinda may have had it bad we know that we can always count on teachers and friends to help us through it.

The story of the day

November 2nd


He ripped out the only thing that I had left. He took it and threw it out in the street, hoping for someone to run over what I treasured so much. No, it was not a necklace with a heart on it. Not the wedding ring I also treasured. He threw out my heart. He cut me open, hoping to make everything better for himself; but he can't get everything he wants. He can't get the house I paid off with my salary, or the neon green convertible that held everything I loved. It may not seem right but I don't always play sweetly.

December 1st

This may be the worst possible thing to do to someone, but I murdered my own ex- husband. He had it coming. When the police found out, all they had as a suspect was me. I ran in for some questions, already having the waterworks turned on. There was no question after deliberating that I had not killed my husband. ( Excuse me, ex- husband) At least, that is what the police thought. I may be coming to his memorial and burying; but when everyone is retreating into the church for the dinner I set up, I might just spit in his grave.

January 2nd

New Years went by so fast. I made resolutions, of course who wouldn't. I said I would visit my mother more often. Read one book once a month, and last but not least try not to use all of my husbands money up in one day. People who think I murdered my husband, which I did can think what they want. I will never be convicted..............

Goodnight....... Dear

Uses of Blog: ( Science) ( Roehl)

1. Post what your doing.
2. Show any pictures of videos
3. Written reflections
4. How have you consciously eliminated external variables in each of your experiments
5. Scientific conclusions after each experiment
6. How have you met the proficiencies?
7. Being detailed, looking at your writing goals and vocabulary words you're trying to implement
8. Problems you are going to test
9. Purpose- to get feedback from classmates
10. Publish final work
11.When you are completed with your proficiencies, you will be expected to share your portfolio with your language arts teacher.

October 22

Today in Language Arts class we got video taped. No, not hidden camera hahah moments. We got video taped for a teaching.The teaching, where we learned how to format a prefect bibliography using Microsoft was actually very informational. I learned a lot more than I knew. Thanks for helping me!

The night

The dark night evokes around you. Closing your eyes, taking a deep breath and night is upon you .Your not scared of the dark, but you can't relate to why it seems so chilling. It was like the dark wanted you to be afraid and it couldn't let you go till you were. It is only 10:00, parents are still roaming the house cleaning up from the days chaos. You could go down, explain what's wrong hoping they will understand. Then what would they think of you. No, you had to stay in your room. Click, slam, snore. Everything was silent. "Close your eyes…" It had to be your mind. It must be, no one was in the room. Right? " Are you sc….." " Are you scared Helen. Do you think I would hurt you?" Stop, your not real. My sister's ghost can't be haunting me, it wasn't my fault she drowned.

Dear Helen…. I c u……. :) Love Liza

Patriotism

When you think of the word PATRIOTISM, what do you think it means? Loyalty to our country, the thankfulness we share to the soldiers who have been fighting for our lives? When I think of patriotism I think of not just loyalty and thankfulness; but love, freedom of speech and much more.
When we think of freedom of speech we think of speaking our minds. Saying, " I don't like this president." or " The governor should be more thoughtful of what we need." But do you know that in other countries saying these things could put you in jail or worse? It could. In other countries girls can't go to school because the law doesn't allow it. Think of that. Girls can't go to school because of what other people tell to do. They think girls have no purpose in life. In America though, why are the laws different? It is because of the Constitution. Just because of that we can go to school and have freedom of speech.
The love and liberty of our country is something I know I never forget. Sometimes I may say things like " Why is our economy so bad and pollution is everywhere?" I may say things like this but one true fact is that I love my country and all that it has given me.
What are your thoughts on Patriotism??

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You reach the end of the clearing. Your heart is pounding and your feet hurt. Giving up isn’t an option though, you have to keep running. But to where? The only place to run is down, down the huge cliff of rocks and trembling insects. Hiding is another option for you to take. Where would you hide in this deserted area? Nowhere, that is where. You are stuck, like a person stuck in quicksand. You can’t move and you hear the footsteps coming closer. Turning around, looking down, heart pounding. One, two, three…… Emma was gone.


One 3 days earlier
Heading from the United States all the way to South America was harder than you would think. The noise, the airplane sickness, and the time difference. Sure, it was only my mom and I who would be traveling. You might be asking why we were traveling to South America. Here is a little bit of history about my side of the family. My mom grew up in South America with her parents. Then she met the most amazing guy, who broke her heart. They were going out at 19, and she felt she had a connection. A year later he proposed, only for her to find out that he was already married, and this was his second relationship, cheating! Crushed by what she had figured out, my mom continued on with college. After she graduated, with the degree of medicine she found a fantastic man who loved her for herself, who wasn't married . They married in brazil, only for my mother to be pregnant with her little angel, me!!! I found out that my father went off to war and never came back. That is my family history. Nothing special, but I love my life just the way it is. So here my mom and I are heading off to South America. Let's just hope all goes well, and we come back in one piece………

On the plane
There is a roar in my ear, and I feel like my head just might explode. The engines kicks up and we are off the ground. I feel like I might throw up, but I hold it in. I close my eyes, only to feel more nauseas by the second. " Mom…" " Your going to be fine Emma. We're just lifting up into the air. Just breath" Well, you can't breath when you feel that your world can end in a matter of seconds. I didn't normally have a problem with riding in airplanes. I actually loved to ride in airplanes. We always used to go to Mexico, or Spain and traveling was fun. Though, right after 9/11 happened I couldn’t even bare to think about my mom and I heading into a plane even for a few hours. Turns out, almost halfway through the trip I fell asleep. I was counting and singing to myself and I must have gotten tired so I fell asleep. I didn't even notice I was asleep till a loud scratchy sound came from above. " This is you pilot speaking. We will landing in South America in 10 minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts." " Hey mom he said to……" My mom was nowhere in sight. I searched the isles, even stood up but it seemed that my mom had jumped out of the plane. Searching one last time, everyone else was asleep. It was mostly kids who had drooled on the seats or old women with babies in their arms but no one was awake. Absolutely no one. Where were the adults that were sitting next to the kids? Where were the husbands sitting next to the tired wives? I heard it. The engines stopped, I froze. We were heading, nose first straight into the ground. That was the moment I knew we were all going to die.

The landing……

There was no sound. It was like my mouth was as dry if I hadn't drunk in days. Then I heard the painful cry of the mothers and kid's. I heard a piercing cry come from inside my throat. Then the plane lifted up, and we were in the air again. What had just…… She heard a thud and a man in black came out of the pilots quarters. Amy could see he was holding a gun in his left hand. She could tell by the way his fingers were slightly less tense that he would just die if he shot someone. Somehow though, she knew he would get over it. " Listen up everyone, get down on the ground. No one speaks, no one runs. We are going to land the plane and one by one we are going to sell you to people who want pretty, pitiful girls. If your wondering where you parents and / or husbands may be, they were thrusted out of the plane. Sorry, looks like you'll have to live without them… if you even live." With that, the man left with a start, not wanting to hear or talk anymore than he already had. The women started wailing, the kids looked at everyone crying wondering what to say and what to do. I, myself was choked up with the painful feeling that my mother wasn't on this plane, she probably wasn't even alive. Right then and there I cried… cried so hard snot started coming out of my nose. I cried until the gunman came in again, told us to shut- up and we'd be landing in 5 minutes. Silence echoed through the wide plane. It was warm and cozy before anything of this had happened. If Emma could rewind time, rewind what day, rewind what she did , none of this would have happened. None of it…..

Running

I had escaped the terrorists. Turns out they are right behind me following me. I had to run, run, run before it was to late.



To late

You reached the end of the clearing. Nothing but tumbling rocks and a huge cliff. " I just want to see my mom and dad again.." One, two , three. Emma was gone.




Written by Paityn Nelson

A clean well- lighted place

A clean well- lighted place
Written by: Ernest Hemingway

Sauntering down the street, out for an evening stroll. The fresh air rustles the leaves gently and the moon shines brightly in your eyes. You head past a café, not crowded at all. Peering in the window, only to see an old man and two waiters. The man seems to be drinking, the waiters trying to be patient. As you continue walking; you keep trying to remember what was going on in there. There is a young and old waiter. The young waiter seems to be fussing, and the older waiter seems to be calm. Shouldn't that be the other way around, the young being patient, and the older waiter be more fussy. You continue on your evening stroll, still wondering what was going on in the café. In the story “A clean well- lighted place" by Ernest Hemingway, he created two different characters to explain how they are both different and may relate to Hemingway young and old.
In life, we all have differences. Some may be from age, to skills, and so on. In the short story " A clean- well lighted place" by Ernest Hemingway, showing the differences between the two characters, the young and old waiter may seem easy. For sure they have age difference, and a similarity of great jobs. However, the younger waiter has a bed, and home to go to after his job. While the older waiter can't wait to start another round of tending to drunks. In the café, they also have differences with the people they tend to. The old man, sitting in the corner drinking brandy's all night. Still, differences lie there too. Young, and tired the younger waiter can't wait for this drunk rich old man, to go home. However, the older waiter can't wait for him to have another brandy. Still considering the waiters differences we find that the two characters that Hemingway created are totally different and may relate to him when he was young and old.
As Ernest Hemingway writes " A clean well- lighted place" he has characters that may describe him as a young and old man. In the short story, Ernest Hemingway describes two characters that may describe him when he was young and old. , As you see, the young waiter is more ambitious, and wants to head home. While the older waiter seems to enjoy having a place to stay and converse with friends. While, the old and young waiter may have differences, they may also relate to Hemingway as a young and old man.
The short story " A clean well- lighted place" shows the difference between the young and old waiter, also showing that these two characters might relate to the writer, Ernest Hemingway, young and old. Does this mean that we grow more patient and respectful when we are older? Is this the last time to be our stubborn selves. In the end, it may seem that this is true, but we all plan our own futures, just like Hemingway in a " A clean well- lighted place."

School is finally here

School as arrived again for another year. We may not all be to excited, but we have to deal with the new year coming up. The new teachers, the new students, and the things to learn. We also may make new friends. But what we will always have is the memories of last year. We have good days and bad days. We have good work, and not so good work. You can't always live onn the past, but you can always aim for the future. I know i may be sounding so wishy washy, trying to make this sound nice, but well yeah. A new year for me means many different possibilities. I always have fears of the new year. Everything just makes me crazy. I absolutley got all the classes i wanted this year. Band, drama, face, and spanish. Everything i asked to make it a great eighth grade year. Sure everything from last year may fade into the past but i know that it will always stay in my mind.

Summer....

It seems like school just ended yesterday, and now it's already July!Thought, summer is going fast it's been great so far. I've gone to see Eclipse, the new movie from the twiligh series. Let me just tell you, best movie this year! Anyway that was the first weeke of July. Can you believe it's already July 12th. It's all gone by so fast. July 14th, this wednesday i'm going camping with my cousins. It will be fun even though we do tent camping. I don't get to see my cousins a lot except for birthdays, christmas, camping, great america, and other special occasions. YOu know, basic things, so this is a big deal to me. Anyway, you already heard i was going to six flags in august. So that is all i have to say on summer so far. HOpe you have a great summer and i'll post again.soon.

Summer

Summer vacation is going great so far. We haven't done anything to exciting yet, but in July we go camping on a vacation to the Wisconsin Dells. In August I go to Six Flags. Hope you all have a great summer.

You think that being me is fun? You think that people writing on me all the time is cool? Let me just tell you I do not enjoy my life. When people write on me it gets annoying. Children, teachers and sometimes when parents aren’t watching toddlers write on me. Sometimes they don’t erase what they write. Gosh, I mean why would you write on someone in the first place? Adults sometimes lay things on me like markers and they hurt my arms. Those stupid colored things lay on me all the time, crushing my arms. I mean stop it; can’t I get a little respect here? All I do all day is sit on the wall and stare at a bunch of people as they stare right back at me. I mean I am not a circus show, am I? When people stare at me it makes me feel weird. When teachers write on me they stand right in front of me and I am like wow, personal bubble space here. They write stuff like social studies, science, math and I don’t even like those subjects anyway. I would like to see you stand one day in my life. This was my script I have to do for drama in front of the class. I am complaining about my life as a whiteboard. It is really fun. I hope you like it

Fun four day weekend.

This weekend, well actually Friday I am going to be going to my grandmas. She is a lot of fun to hang out with . This weekend as many of you probably already know is memorial weekend. This weekend my whole family is going to the graveyard to hang a flag and flowers for my great grandpa and other grandpa who served in the wars. This weekend, as you might have heard in my other post is a rummage sale. It will be really fun. My aunt is also coming up from Lake Geneva to stay over at my grandmas house with us. It will be really fun because we will probably go see a movie or something when she gets there. Even though we have to wake up really early just to get there it will be fun. On Sunday I think we are just going to relax at home. On Monday we are probably doing nothing, just sitting at home. We might go to my aunt's house on Sunday, but i can't really remember what my parents said we are doing. I just can't wait to relax and have fun! Hope you a wonderful memorial weekend.

Plans for summer

Worry free, no homework, teachers are gone. These are some phrases that remind me of summer. Not having to worry about anything but having fun. My summer plans are always fun and carefree. My grandmas birthday is over the summer so we always celebrate that. This year we are having a brunch at the botanical gardens. It will be really fun and exciting. Another thing we are going to do over the summer is go the chicago zoo. My cousins are little, so every summer we do this. I don't mind the zoo but it is not the best way to spend your summer, but i guess it will be o.k. My aunt takes us to a lot of these things. She also takes us camping. Camping may not seem fun, but we always go to a campsite where we just enjoy our time in the weather. We go to this campsite every year and it has a different theme each year. I don't know what this theme will be yet, though I hope it will be fun. At the campsite there are many things to do such as eating icecream as big as your head, diving in the pool and other fun activities. We also go to Six Flags Great America. I love going there because the rides are so fun. When I went there with the Band and Choir students the water rides weren't open and it wasn't as fun because I love the water rides. I also like to go with my cousins because we are carefree the whole time. Other than that the rest of the summer is time for friends and fun in our pool. I also can't wait till summer because then I get a new phone. I know summer will come fast because we don't have much time of school left.

Memorial Weekend

Though memorial weekend isn't for a week from this weekend, I still can not wait for it. I will tell you why i can not wait for memorial weekend. My whole mom's side of the family is having a rummage sale. A rummage sale is where you sell stuff for money. All of you probably knew that. So anyway, my family is going to be selling things we do not need anymore, such as old toys and stuffed animals. After the rummage sale which is from about noon to two in the afternoon, we go out to eat and spend some of the money we make. It is fun to go see my cousins and play with them. My aunt had a premature baby so we like to take turns watching her and playing with her. Sometimes,if it is nice, the rummage sale is done, and we are not hungry right away, we like to go into their pool. They have a big pool, and it drops down to 12 feet. Sometimes my family and I eat at their house, by thier dining set outside. My cousins are fun to play with and we have a lot of fun even though we have to start out with work. I can not wait for Memorial weekend.

Birthday

Sarah was sitting at home, the night before her birthday. This year she was going to turn 15. Fifteen was her big number, even though 16 should really be the biggest birthday of her life. Sarah was not a normal girl. She of course had hair, light brown, eyes green, and a nice family but she thought of herself as different. Not in a bad way though. She thought of herself as a person God only sent down to earth once in lifetime. Sarah sat on the couch, all alone in her Victorian style house. As Sarah sat watching T.V. on her couch she thought to herself out loud “It is my birthday tomorrow and no one is home to wish me an almost, so close to a happy 15 happy birthday. What to do what to do?” What Sarah didn’t know was that someone was coming to give her a present that she would wish she could take back.

The next morning Sarah woke up only to find her parents gone for work and a happy birthday pancake sitting on the table, cold as her parent’s heart. She ate her cold pancake unhappily in the kitchen. Why didn’t her parents love her? , she wondered. But what Sarah didn’t know was that her parents loved her more than she thought.

After school, when Sarah got home she was expecting a big surprise party her parents had thrown for her birthday. All she found though was an empty house with the same old furniture, and the same old remembering of what had happened this morning. Though Sarah thought she was the special girl of the earth, she was not the kind to be patient, she waited. She waited till 5:00 pm, waited until 9:30 pm, and then she got the phone call. Sarah’s parents were loving and kind. Sarah’s parents met on a cruise ship and fell in love at first sight. Her parent’s names were Cathy and Jim. When Sarah got the phone call all she heard was that Cathy and Jim… car crash…. never found. The police women told her in quote “You must come to the station right away; your parents may have been killed in a fatal car crash. They could be dead; we will come and pick you up right away.” Sarah never cried that night, she didn’t cry when the funeral was the next week, she didn’t cry when the officer said none of her relatives would take her and the foster home was the only place to go. But what only her parents could see from heaven was that the old Sarah that only came around once in a life time was fading away into nothing.

THE NEXT YEAR

Sarah woke up to the warm smell of pancakes. It was her 16 birthday. Sarah took out her journal and wrote “Sixteen: happy, sad, crying, laughing, dreaming, pretending, alone, family, friends, sister, brother, new home, missing, hoping, believing in life.” As Sarah then ran down the stairs her new foster family surprised her with cake and a whole plate of pancakes. Her sister and brother ran up to her and gave her pancakes. There names were Julie and Josh. Then her new foster parents came and gave her the birthday cake, filled with chocolate. Her new parents hugged her. Their names were Cathy and Jim and she loved them very much though she never forgot the thing that happened on her 15 birthday. “ I know this year will be better.” ( Sarah raised her new family 10 years later and met her parents in heaven 3 days after her 60th birthday)

WEEKEND

This weekend we ( refering to the choir and band students) are going to Six Flags Great America. I have to be at school @ 7:45 in the morning. On a Saturday, WOW!! Anyway, I think that Great America will be fun. Here is our schedule for the day...
1. 8:30 we have to load the buses.
2. 8:45 depart PHS
3. 10:20 Arrive at the Music Festival
Woodland Middle School, Gurnee Il.
4. 12;10 We perform
5. 12:30 Depart for Six Flags Great America.
6.Enjoy the park
7. 4:00 Award Ceromony
8. 9:00 Depart Six Flags Great America

Even though we probably won't get into the park till 12:30, I still can not wait to go. The people in my group are Kate, Lauren, Kaitlyn, and Aspen. I hope we have a really fun time there. I can't wait to go on all the rides. Enjoying time at a fun theme park with my friends will be really fun. I also can't wait to perform. We are doing very well in band and I think that we are going to perform the best we have ever performed. Some of my favorite rides at Great America are Superman, Batman, Wizzer, Dark Knight, ( really want to go on Iron Wolf), Viper, and many other rides. It will be amazing to be there before summer arrives. Every year my family and I go to Great America. All my cousins on my Mom's side go and of course my aunts and uncles. It is fun to ride the rides all day and stay there till the park closes. We get there at around 11:00, and stay till whenever the park is open. I think it would be really fun for a field trip in eighth grade to go to Great America for a whole day. It would be like hanging out with friends, like a Saturday, but it bieng the day of a week. Even though the trip is about 1 day away, I still can not wait! I hope you can comment and tell me if you have ever been or want to go to Great America. Have a good weekend. ( even though i am writing this on thursday)

Presentations

This whole week we have been doing speeches. To me speeches, well let's just say I hate them. I don't like standing up in front of the class. Though some people like speeches, though some like standing up in front of class and giving speeches on a topic I do not. I am normally so used to talking to people but in a casual way. Like talking to my friends or family. When I even have to do any presentation I get worried. When I get up there though the worry goes away. I stand up and just talk about random stuff that is on my card. Sometimes we have to do projects for social studies or science. Those are the worst because we really have to prepare and be ready. If you do not have your project done, well that stinks because you get downgraded for that. In speeches though you don't really prepare. You take a look at your card and you start talking. Anyway speeches may be bad, but once I get up there it is so easy. That is really all I have to say about presentations.

While he wasn't watching

While he wasn’t watching

As I ran through the halls of Torbon High School just as the bell was about to ring, I felt a sudden sense someone was following me. I turned around to find nothing at all, just me and the empty halls of the High School. I huffed and puffed just as I got to gym, wondering where everyone was. “They must be in the locker room”. Turns out they were and I was saved from the bell on my first day of High School.
I met my friend Allison after school in the parking lot only to find her biting her nails, hoping I was alright. Allison always worried about how I was and if I was protected, knowing me as an adventurous type and exploring places she wouldn’t go if you dared her. “Hey, Allison sorry I’m late….” “Where have you been? I have been worried about you….” But she could have trailed on and on because all I could worry about was the thought that someone was in back of me waiting for me to turn around.
I always walked home from school alone. Though Allison literally lived three houses down from me, she would always be picked up and taken home. Most days I wouldn’t have trouble walking home alone, but I was not too fond today. Since this morning I have felt sudden chills on my back like someone is watching me. Though I know I had to deal with walking home by myself, I wasn’t fond of it. I practically ran home, hoping never to feel the feeling I felt twice this morning. Then I came to a stop, not even knowing what I was doing.
To say I wasn’t scared would have been a lie, but to scream out loud would have been just weird. So I stood there. For a minute all I was doing was staring at the trees. Wow they were really green. Then I felt it. The chill I had felt this morning and after school. I looked around. No one was looking at me because no one was walking home anymore. I was alone, no one was watching and I felt like I was stranded. I told myself to be brave, but it is sort of hard to be brave when you feel stranded. The next thing I knew I was on the ground.
I didn’t really know where I was when I woke up, though I knew I must be at home. It was a big open area with a T.V. and it smelled like lemonade and cookies. I had an icepack on my head I guess from where I fell. Then I woke up. I was in a bedroom with the news on at 5:00 pm. and my head hurt so much. I didn’t have the strength to get up and go ask someone how I had gotten here and why I didn’t have the strength to get up, so I just laid there. Minutes passed by, maybe even hours and then someone knocked on the door. Thinking it was my mom
I said “Come in”, only to find a man who was neither my father nor anyone I knew.
“Who are you?” I asked. I was scared out of my mind and knew why I couldn’t get up. I was literally strapped to the bed not able to move or feel my legs. “What do you want from me?” “I want nothing from you, you fell and as I was walking by I found you. I carried you to my house.” As he was talking I was looking at him. He was probably 34 no older but no younger. He had brown hair but a mean looking face. He had on his work clothes. Hey, I knew him he was the janitor at the middle school, but also helped out at the high school when needed. He was the creepy janitor who always kept to himself. People say he lived in a big creepy house with cob webs and spiders, but his house was just as nice as mine. “Now you are here at me and my wives house.” I didn’t think that Mr. Bob, that was his name, had a wife but then I heard a shrieking voice from the kitchen. “Robert look what happened to the television, it broke again. This stupid old T.V. has to go we must get Direct T.V. Are you finished with girl yet?” That is when I knew I was in trouble.

“Don’t mind my wife she acts so weird sometimes.” “What do you want from me?” I said again. “Me? What would I want from a ninth grader who fell? I only came to pick you up before a total stranger ran into you. Just then his wife came up with a plate of mashed potatoes, like really mashed, chicken that sort of looked like a round softball and a nice cold drink of lemonade. “Hello, how are you?” She gave her husband a kiss on the cheek. Then she looked over at me. It was not the look of compassion of kindness; it was the look of death staring me right in the eye. “O, hello dear. This is Sally, she is the girl I found unconscious on the sidewalk by the school where I work.” “Why hello Sally pleasure meeting you. I am Julie and I will be here if you need me. Just call.” Julie thrust the plate at her husband and rushed down the stairs. I could hear the sound of her heels on the stairs as she swore about messy house guests. “I was expecting to eat dinner up here. This was going to be my plate but I’ll go get you a plate right away. Don’t worry when I come back up I’ll get you out of the bed, turn the T.V. to Disney Channel and we can enjoy this wonderful evening under the stars.” After Mr. Bob (Robert) left I felt the sudden erg to throw up. I knew I had to find a way out of here before this creeper of a man came back. He was going to kill me I just knew it. Then I saw.” The keys.” I could just reach them. I had to try and reach my hand out, but I just couldn’t reach them. I finally got them. I took the keys and unbuckled the seat belt that held me and the bed together. Yes finally. Then I heard the gentle tapping on the door.
I quickly did the only thing I could do, I hid. He came in and called my name. I heard the clatter of the plate and the dropping of the food. I heard Robert yell my name. He checked in the closet, behind the T.V., and then he fell on the ground crying. His wife came up only to yell at him to pick up the food and they would go out to eat. After they left I snuck out the window, luckily it wasn’t two stories. I jumped out and ran home as fast as I could. Well actually I couldn’t find my way home so I went to the police. On the door was a wanted sign which described me perfectly. I came in and the police women immediately locked the doors. “She is here, we found her.” That night my Mom and Dad came to get me and they were so happy I was here. As I walked out to the car again I was relieved I was going home. Then I felt the sudden chill that someone was following me.

Yorkshire Terriers

Yorkshire terrier

If you have ever had a friend by your side in a time of need, you know you feel happy because someone is there. Now, that friend may not always be human, such as a girl or a boy. This friend could very well be your pet. You could have a dog, or a cat, even a goldfish and they could be your friend. A Yorkshire terrier is a friendly dog who will keep you company, a great family dog, and an amazing friend.
Some people may think that dogs tear up your house, don’t listen to their owners, and give many people bad times. Though some people may think that, and some dogs actually are like, that not all dogs are. Some people rebel against dogs, though the Yorkshire terrier is not like that. The Yorkshire terrier, known as the toy breed is a friendly breed who will pay much attention to their owner, as long as you pay attention to him/ her. Yorkshire Terriers are very protective of your and your family. This means these puppies are friendly enough to protect you, which is not the only thing they do.
In real life we have troubles and sometimes we can’t deal with them. Though something we can do is to learn about having company. Not like company at your house, but someone you will always be there for you, even in your time of need. Some people think they need human friends to hang out with. It is good to have human friends though what happens when they are not around? A Yorkshire terrier can keep you company while yet keeping you entertained, and a lot of people like to have friends around.
When some people here the word dog, they think nothing of it. Other people may think that a dog is a great idea. A Yorkshire terrier is a friendly dog who could make a friendly family pet. Even though when people think of having a dog in there family, they wonder if their children could get along with the dog. The Yorkshire terrier is lively and fearless. The Yorkshire terrier is perfect for young kids because he loves to be outside and play tug of war, along with chasing shadows. The Yorkshire terrier never really gets that big, so it would be a perfect pet especially if you don’t like dogs that get real big.
A Yorkshire terrier is a friendly dog, who will keep you company, is a great family friend and an amazing friend. In real life Yorkshire terriers are friendly dogs that just want to have a friend. A Yorkshire is just a friendly dog who wants to be friends with you and also wants to protect what matters to him / her the most, you.

Where I'd like to be

I just read this very good book called Where I'd like to be. It was about this girl who was in a foster care only wanting her mother to come get her. Then she meets murphy, a girl who hides her true identity behind a fake one. In the end murphy leaves, making maddie want her back more. If you get a chance to get to the library or check out the book make sure you do because it is so captivating. Well, it keeps you reading that is what i know.

Music

Whenever I write an essay, I listen to music. I guess music helps me concentrate on the things I do. Some people can not concentrate with music. I don't know how but they just can't. My favorite artist is probably Ke$ha, she has really good songs. Comment and tell me what your favorite song is.

Birthday

Birthdays


This weekend was my cousin’s birthday party. She just turned two. Now, my cousin is not just a normal baby. No literally. She was a pre mature baby. My cousin Addisyn could have died and never been seen again. In my family we would call her a miracle. I really do think she is one. I really do love my little baby cousin Addisyn, and I am glad she had a happy birthday.

A half day

Can you believe it is almost spring break. I really do love sitting at home going by my friends and all that stuff. I just can't wait till spring break. I may not be going anywhere but i still will have fun. Ok then that is all i really have to say about it. I hope you all have a great spring break. Even though of course it is like four and a half days early, ( not including the weekends of course.)BYE.

My Birthday is coming up

In about 2 weeks I am going to be 13. I really don't care about becoming a teenager, or any of that stuff I just love celebrating my birthday. My brothers birthday is this week, March 24. Then of course it is my Mom's birthday on April fools day, this is no joke. Then, it's my birthday. My grandma already took me shopping so I have new clothes. That is amazing. While I was at one of the stores I met a girl who also had the same birthday as I did. It was cool. So Happy Birthday to her and me, even though she wasn't my age. My birthday this year is on a Saturday, so I really don't have to worry about school. That is really cool if you ask me.
Did you know, my birthday is the day before Easter this year. Well, it is. I would rather have my birthday a month before December, sometime in December, or a month after December, because I would still sort get more presents. But, having it near Easter and all that stuff is fine too. That is all that I really have to post about. Just to let you know, Mrs. Mundt is coming back this week. Yeah. Ok, bye.

Surgery

Surgery is a scary thing. You never expect it until you have it. When I found out Mrs. Mundt had to have surgery I was scared. It may not be me having the surgery done, but it is scary when you know someone that is having surgery. So Mrs. Mundt is no different. So lets all hope Mrs. Mundt gets better really soon.

Dance

Tonight, from 7:00 to 9:00, is the dance. I really can't wait. It will be so fun to see friends, and dance and have fun. I am wearing a dress,but you can wear jeans and t-shirt, even a skirt and a shirt. I can't wait, but when I tried the mask on it look wierd. It's yellow and I have a black and white dress. Well, that is it. Bye

My Favorite Letter

My Favorite Letter

I can’t really pick and choose a favorite letter. I can’t just say oh guess what I hate this letter or like this letter the most. Though I have to choose I guess I will pick. N. I picked N because I just picked a letter that came to my mind. If you think that deciding a favorite letter should be easy, well I guess it kind of is. I would also choose the letters P,A, I, T, Y, E, L,S,O, and that is pretty much it because it spells my first and last name, of course using the letter N. That is pretty much all there is to my favorite letter

Spring Break

Spring Break
Everyone loves spring break. It’s a time to wind down or party. Over spring break I love to sit at home of go over to my aunt’s house. Over spring break is my birthday. I really can’t wait. That would mean I get more of the fun, while still having my birthday. Everyone wishes they were me. Well, in my family anyway. I have my birthday over spring break. Did I mention that already? I’m just kidding. Anyway, this spring break I hope to do a lot of fun things. Spring break is fun for me every year, and I don’t think this year is going to change.

I was sick this weekend.I really hated it. I even stayed home monday from school. It was horrible, all I did all day was lay in bed. I didn't eat anything and I had to swollow disguisting medicine. The one day I wasn't sick was the half day on thursday. That day I went out to eat with my family. That was nice enough. Well that is really all I did this weekend, okay, bye.

Monkeys

Monkeys

Monkeys live at the zoo. I think that monkeys are really smart, though I would not want them to be humans. So when I go to the zoo, I love to see the monkeys. I don’t think I would like to be a monkey though. I would probably be really sad if I was a monkey. Well, that is unless all my friends were monkeys, but that is really weird. I think that being a monkey would be disguising because I would have to lick the monkeys clean. So that is pretty much all I have to say about monkeys, though they are still a great animal.

3.5 days off

This week we have a half day on Thursday and a day off on Friday. I am so excited, I can finally sleep in and I don't have to wait for the weekend. I think I am going to Madison, to visit my aunt. We might even go shopping. Well that is all I have to say for now. BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Homework

I do not like homework at all. I think that giving homework just make kids not want to do the homework at all. When I just thinking about homework give me a headache. It is sometimes annoying when you think that the teacher will not give you any homework and then she does. I really do not like it at all. That is all I really have to say about homework , because I hate talking about it even now.

Book

Snow Bound. That is the book I am reading to do for my next essay. It is a story about raw survival ( on the cover). I really like it so far. Well, that is all for now, BYE!!

Street Wise

The story Streetwise was very inspiring. It told about a man who was kicked out onto the streets. I now know how hard it is to be a homless person. You go through struggles every single day. You don't know what you are going to eat, where to sleep or if you will make it through the night. I think that Streetwise is a very good short story.

It was a cold night and there were fights all night long. Living on the streets was never what I wanted, I'm not like other homless people. I came from a family, born and grew up in a home. when I was little I was afraid of homless people, until I become one. My life will never be the same, now that I've spent long nights on the streets, living in a box, never knowing whos near,or if you'll even make it throught the night. Some people over look homless people, there not that differant, they just need help.
Written by Jackie and the Team Jacob in moodle.( Mrs. Mundts)
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Weekend

Today I am going to write about my weekend. This weekend I am going to go shopping with my Mom. That is what I really like to do. I also might go out to eat with my family. That would be nice. Hopefully this weekend I won't have a lot of homework. I already know I have a little math,spanish, and band. Though, that is really it. O.K., that is all i have to say.

Dreams

Dreams
During the night I sometimes have very weird dreams. I have no idea why I have these dreams, they just come. I don’t even have weird thoughts during the night to get the weird dreams. Some of my dreams are weird; others are so realistic. My room is very big so when I wake up from a dream I feel like I am still in one because it is a dark place. Once I had a dream a porcupine was eating me. I was at my aunt’s house and it was very weird. Turns out it was just my dog nibbling on my fingers. I have very weird dreams, but I guess you just have to live with them.

Wilderness 2

So this weekend I went to the Wilderness. The waterparks were so fun to play at. I went with my cousins and we got our own room, with a kitchen, a bathroom and three beds. My aunts, uncles, mom and dad, came too. I really liked the wave pool. The waves were really tall and I got pulled under a couple of times, but otherwise it was really fun. I wish that we could have stayed longer. We might also go back during the summer with everyone again. That would be very cool. We would stay for about a week, and we would enjoy our time. Being back in my own bed, and own house is great, but having a fun time with my cousins is even better. My favorite ride at the Wilderness was probably Fantastic Voyage. It was dark yet very cool. I also loved the body slides.
When I woke up today, on Monday it was so wierd. I still thought we were in the hotel room until I saw my alarm reading 5:50. I silently prayed this was all a dream, and fell back to sleep, but yet again I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm at 5:55. I silently got up, and went on the bus. Though the vacation is now over, and we won't be going back soon I will still remember the wonderful time my cousins and I had at the Wilderness.

Wilderness

Some of you may know that this weekend I am going to the Wilderness. I really can not wait. I am going with my moms side of the family. My friend might also be there. I really can not wait. I have to get up really early though. Like eight. That is really early for me on a Saturday morning. O well I know it will be really fun. Hopefully, I will not have any homework but spanish and band. I already know I do not have math homework. Well, right now i have to get in support groups. Bye

ipods

Today in Language Arts we got to use our ipods. It was awesome!!!!
:)

Wierd Color story about animals

COLORS
There was once a girl named Amy. Amy loved colors and animals. She even named her animals after colors.
Her dogs name was Pink
Her cats name was Orange
Her goldfish was named Blue
And her bunnies name was Violet
Well, fast forward 50 years and Amy is an old Grandma sitting around a house with 10 cats named Orange, three dogs named Pink, 60 goldfish named Blue, and four bunnies named Violet.
I guess all that matters is that you are happy and to NEVER NAME ANIMALS AFTER COLORS BECAUSE YOU WILL LIVE A WEIRD LIFE.

Hey

I just wanted to say hey. It is a half day and I can't wait for the school day to be over. That is all i really have to say for now. Bye and have a great weekend.

Sports

Sports
Basketball
Soccer
Baseball
Cheerleading
Hockey
Softball
Ice skating
Football
Rollerblading
Swimming
Tennis
Gymnastics I do not really like sports, but they are really cool!
Championship
Metals
Awards
Fun
Crowd
The Olympics
Bowling
Biking
Climbing
Golf
Hunting
Skiing
Surfing
Running
Jumping
Fishing

Sorry

Sorry I havn't posted in a while. I just couldn't get my blog to work. Anyway, it's Friday, and that is pretty much it. I can't wait for the weekend. I am going to have so much fun, planning to go to the wilderness. That is pretty much it.

Winter Break

My winter break

Jasmine was just an average 8 year old girl. She was waiting for winter break to come. It would be less than a week, and Jasmine would wake up to the gift giving, and wonderful presents under the tree. Jasmine tried to remember the last time she had Christmas. Her family was very poor and couldn’t afford presents every year. Last year Jasmine was told the truth. Santa wasn’t real. She cried for a few days because she thought that if she was really good that year, Santa would definitely come, because all the other years, she had never even gotten one present. But that all was resolved when Jasmine’s dad found a great job that paid for the whole Christmas. This year was going to be great, Jasmine could just sense it.
Then December 23, 2003, something tragic happened to the whole family. Jasmine found out that her Dad had lost his job, and they were moving out of the state. Jasmine thought that this Christmas would give her that warm feeling when the relatives peeked in with the huge bag of presents, but now it gave her the feeling of misery.
Now, Jasmine is living with her husband and kids, 2 little girls named Emma and Julie. Jasmine may not have had the Christmas’s she likes but she would make sure, all her life that never happened again.

Christmas Day

On Christmas Day, my family and I had to clean the house because my whole family was coming over. We had to make all the food and get everything ready. I remember my Mom saying that it was going to be the best Christmas ever and it was. I had a great time with my family. We had to do a lot but, it was all worth. My grandma said that she had a special suprise. She read off a slip of paper. The paper said that on January 30 we (as in my family and I) would be going to the Wilderness in the Wisconsin Dells. I am so excited and i can't wait.

Christmas Eve

On Christmas Eve my family and I had so much fun. We just sat home all day and watched Christmas movies. Even my little 2 year old brother was good. I think he knew that if he was good he would get more presents.
Around 4 pm, my family and I went to church. It was nice seeing all the people sing and have a good time. After church me and my family had a nice dinner, and we all sat around the fire, eating marshmallows and watching Four Christmas's.

Always and Forever, my opinion

You should read Always and Forever because it is written so well, and I thought it was great.

Always and Forever
By: Lurlene McDaniel

When times get tough, would you leave your family? Trying to live life without anyone supporting you is hard. Luckily, Melissa is loved and cared for by her family and friends. Melissa has cancer. She is being treated with chemo therapy, where you lose your hair, your whole life outside of the hospital, and sometimes even your family. Pulling through to a better life may not always be the case. This story shows a sense of tragedy with its plot line, symbolism, and characteristics while showing how difficult it is to face cancer.
The plotline of the story Always and Forever fits the tragedy of this story. In the beginning the world is conflict for the main character. Melissa has cancer. The first few chapters of the book explain to the reader that Melissa is dealing with something people go through everyday. The beginning of the book reminded me when I got bad news that my grandpa had died. Melissa may not have died so soon, but it was bad news to her family and friends. However, Melissa’s mom and brother believe in her all the way.
Many families’s everyday go through the struggles Melissa and her family went through. Melissa seems to rise to power, and get remission. Through the plotline we see Melissa is falling through to a tragic end. In addition, the plotline does point out Melissa is at the tragic flaw, a human weakness. Melissa is trying to battle off her second round of cancer. The tragic flaw now becomes a tragic fall.
Melissa is in the hospital again. She finds out the cancer can beat her and gives the last bit of energy she has before she says her last goodbyes. Melissa has died not through fault of her own, but the battle she has taken.
Along with the plotline, the symbolism also fits into the story. In the first few chapters of Always and Forever when the world is in conflict, the home is always where the family can be found. Not all the symbolism fits in, such as the wolves, and bats. Though the cold winter nights, and thunder storms occur. That is how the book Always and Forever can also fit in with the moral lesson.
Finally in the book, Always and Forever the main character is in control because of the ways she fights her cancer. The cancer did not beat Melissa, because she did her best to defeat it. The moral lesson in this story is to have your family by your side, because you never know when your last day will come.

Christmas

Every year my house has Christmas. My whole family cooks, and cleans to get the house ready for the relatives. I really enjoy having my Aunts and Uncles, along with my cousins come over. I think that Christmas should be every month becasue then you would get to see everyone. It would be so amazing.

After a long day

After a long day of school or homework, i like to come on my blog and write stuff down. It's pretty cool!

My family

My family is the greatest. They help me through a lot of things. I love when my mom and dad help clean up the house for christmas. It is great. That is all i have to say for now, because.

Christmas


friends
family
presents
helping
cookies
fire
snow

Halloween is a time where you dress up in costumes and look either wierd, crazy, or funny. I like the candy the most because it is a good treat. I also like to drink peppermit hot chocolate. I really like that stuff. My grandma makes it the best. My brother and sister really like it too. I am now really hungry. Bye!!!

My weekend

My weekend was very nice. We set up the Christmas tree, and lights. Our house is now christmasy. That is all.

The Ashely's

I am reading a book called the Asheley's. The Asheley's is the book I am reading for my five paragragh essay. It is a really good book. I just finished it so now I will read a diffrent book. That is all for now. Please read my blog.

What i am doing this weekend.

This weekend i am going to see new moon. That is going to be great, because i already read all the books. I am also going to hang out with my friends from my old school. Which is so cool. I can't wait till this week is over. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait to see the movie.

My first post

I do not really not know what to say, so I will just say that you should read my blog, when i put more posts on it.